A new space… 🌬💨

Flooding waters (we’ve had heaps of rain)

I woke… opened my eyes. I was lying on my back. I stayed there for a while looking out the window at the rain.

Unusual for me… to linger in bed.

These words were pushing on my lips… stamped in my mind

‘Another complex level of existence on Earth’.

I’d been in a dream… but it disappeared very quickly.

I was left with this residue… of restriction, being bound, caged, held,

everything else had disappeared.

I eventually arose… it was 8am!!! Unheard of for me.

Something weird was going on… I felt its resonance through my body.

It felt like another dimension… a new space I wasn’t familiar with. Where was it and why did it arise? Those things I’ll likely never understand… at least with my mind.

It hasn’t left me… this alternate space. No use trying to decipher… how can I know? Is it me, or is it all around me. That one’s a tricky one.

But definitely the space has shifted… I’ve felt it approaching these last few days. I’ve even given up the practice of going straight to the planets… what’s happening in the wider space around us… I did that for many years. Astrology and I met when I was just a young girl.

These days… even that doesn’t seem large enough to contain it all. But I have my body… and she lets me know when something’s going on.

Even though I can’t explain it… tell you why. It’s enough to know… there’s movement. We’re moving into new territory.

‘Another complex level of existence on Earth’… that’s all the dream left me with. Where did I go in my sleep? I don’t know. What’s the message… I’m sure it will become clear. When it’s ready.

For now… I just get to feel it. My body feels a little tense, agitated, and alert. It’s like there’s this big mass of air swirling around us… blowing and shifting things at great speed.

While life on Earth for many… continue in the dream.

Being a sensitive is challenging at times.

‘Challenge’ ~ was one of the streams. The two distinct streams I felt over the crossing of years.

As December finished and January began… I felt it strongly… the two distinct streams. As if they were surging through our energetic space. The sign of our times.

‘The Magick’ and ‘The Challenge’. Both of these would accompany us. Each at the extreme end of the polarity… each at their maximum… each taking turns. They’d be walking alongside us.

And they have… at least in my world.

Our body is the barometer… she’s our guide. Yeah… often it makes no sense… but then lots don’t anyway.

We need to listen to her… step outside of the dream for a while… this sleep walking we do down here.

Believing in the false magic… not the real deal.

The winds will continue to blow… the waters will rise. Other dimensions will reveal… we’ll get spun around a bit… we’ll scramble to find our feet.

One thing’s for certain… we gotta change our ways.

🥰💨🥰

Ready to let some things go…🌊🌊

It’s been that kinda time. It is that kinda time.

There are many… that weary me. I realise I’ve allowed… I’ve compromised, accepted… given permission to occupy my space.

The weariness is growing.

Looking like… sometime soon, something’s gotta give.

Do we keep on the same ole same ole… as while we do the standard of everything slides at greater speed. The downhill slope.

It’s… ‘that’s just how it is…’ ~ ‘I can’t have it all… ‘ (yikes🥸) ~ ‘it’s the way the ‘world’ runs…’ ~ ‘compromise is necessary… ‘ (double, triple yikes🤓🤓🤓)

Something’s on its last legs… can’t you feel it? You must do… something’s breaking away at an ever increasing momentum.

Bit like the tide.

I went in early this morning… to beat the increasing heat from our glorious burning ball of fire. High tide wasn’t for another hour and a half… but it was high enough for me to float out through the mangroves.

So I thought I’d give it a go. My septuagenarian skin isn’t as bouncy as it once was. So I take more care… yeah, bit late maybe. But never too late for anything. While you’re breathing… everything is possible.

The tide seems to come in… or at least its more noticeable… in a particular spot in the river creek. There’s a stream of it… just in front of the mangroves on the other side.

I slipped out the back… down the lovely shaped rocks… gently stepped to the old dying tree… she offers her roots for me to launch off in my swim. It was pretty deep already… and still ninety minutes till she’d be at her fullest.

The first part of the journey… swimming to the other side… the tidal surge was reasonable, gentle even… it wasn’t dragging me down with it.

But as I got closer to that particular spot… where the incoming tide seems to surge… I started to feel it. Man… she has some power.

So I was swimming diagonally… on the surface of the water that is. The water looked like shining glass… what a wonder is this Mother Earth.

The tide was high enough… to slip into the mangroves, just a bit. Get a close up of all those baby trees. Her precious regeneration cycle. What a grace to witness.

I floated… communing, loving, adoring… why is it, it feels so much like home. I wondered, not for the first time… if I have some Mer in me.

I remember my first encounter with the mangroves… this was years back. The tide wasn’t high, so I was standing near the edge of them… looking in. My immediate sense was of the powerful Devic presence. It was as if there were water Fae everywhere.

That’s an energy I’m familiar with. Very familiar. Not just that I’m a Vibrational Essence Co-Creator… the Flower/Gem essences I’ve co-created for years. But sometimes I see them.

Visiting the mangroves across the river creek… which I do pretty much every day… it sometimes reminds me, takes me back to another time when I had that interaction with the Faerie kingdom.

It’s kinda strange… and unusual… as I don’t recall ever being read Faerie stories as a child. My life was a lot more serious. Being hit by that virus as a tiny one… spending all that time in hospitals, with doctors… the modern medical system etc… well I think I missed out on certain things. Not that I’m complaining. When one door closes another opens.

My experiences as a very young child opened other special doors for me. Ones that’ve continued to open and develop till today.

So… what is it that’s ready to leave? What’s pulling away with a mighty strength? But you can’t see it… so what you can’t see isn’t there?

We’re not taught… not conditioned to tune into our feelings. Nah… we’re forever encouraged to go directly to our head. Think, think, think… work it out. Well… there’s heaps of things that can’t be worked out with our head… but heh… that doesn’t discourage us… we just keep on keeping on.

No wonder the world (one we’ve created) is in the mess it is.

And there’s no denying that. It’s plain and apparent for the most unconscious… to at least get a glimpse.

But we don’t like losing things. I’m included in this… I’m a human too.

We hold on… for life, most of the times.

We don’t like uncertainty… we want to know what’s going on. Well good luck with that.


So… what’s about to leave our world?

Well taking a guess… I’d say a lot.

Maybe it’ll be piece by piece… maybe a whole lot will disappear all at once. It could happen in a myriad of ways. But one thing’s for sure… it will happen (remember that ad).

If you’re a star gazer, a sky watcher… a friend of our galactic neighbours… you’ll see directly that what’s above is reflected below… and visa versa.

The galactic skies… especially during this particular week… are full of portend. Removing, destroying… taking away. Dead wood burnt. And it’s all happening fast.

The momentum of ‘getting rid of’ is with us my friends.

What will be left?

What’s the most important thing for you?

If you had to choose… what would it be… if you can’t have it all.

So as the great gods above… orchestrate the cosmic tides of movement… move and shift the pieces. Take some things away… replace them with new things. How will we react?

We will know we’re not in charge.

The tide comes in… the tide goes out.

But as she does… she nurtures, she feeds, she refreshes, she brings new life, she encourages growth, she showers her love.

Do our comings and going do the same?

We have so much to learn… we’re still in kindergarten… or maybe nursery school.

Our world is shifting beyond our perception… will we be ready, will we accept?

Do we have the resources… to continue with the life we have… the breath we’re being given… for however long.

Will we renew… will we start again? Will we create new things? Will we nurture life? Will we be kind and giving? Will we be aware?

We need to be aware.

The changes are moving swiftly… they’ll be here before we know it. They may take us by surprise.

Humans have the potential for being the most amazing life forms. We do… a capacity that rarely if ever many get to encounter.

Will we go for gold?

Will we let go of compromise?

The broken?

The decayed?

The Dead and dying?

Will we strictly adhere to our one and only most potent “YES”?

This second, third, fourth best… will never do. Has never done.

We’re all tired… our spirit’s languishing… our soul squashed. Our head on speed.

We want to come home…

enough is enough

A new day dawns… where there’s breath there’s hope (an old quote of mine😌)

Much Love🥰🥰

A Love Affair 💞💞

I’m still in stop mode. Well, also deepening… at least in certain things.

The virulent invisible contagion thing swirls around me… hitting out front and side. I increase my vitamin C… as much as I can, till my body says stop.

I swim… I increase my laps. It’s not just laps… I cruise and enjoy. My body feels stronger.

I do daily yoga.

My path is glorious.

Across and back, over the river/creek… the mangroves on either side.

My most favourite (shhhh… can I say without offending) is the wonderland across the other side. The love I feel for them often brings tears. It’s a Love Affair that deepens every day.

Only in full tide… I slip out the back. Down the sturdy rock steps to the mangroves below. From there to the roots of the big old dying tree (now under water)… from there I can float/swim across the mangrove floor, manoeuvre through the mature and baby trees… to the full tide streaming down the estuary… known as Simpson’s Creek.

I’m fortunate… I know that. It also holds a deep pain… to witness and observe… so regularly, the lack of care and concern we give to the natural world.

I feel that pain in my heart.

So it’s a bittersweet Love.

I want to help so much… then I look at the enormity of it all… it can so easily overwhelm.

But just baby steps are needed… we’re always in the perfect place.

I was called here… I know that might sound odd. For some it won’t. Life is much more than we take in.

And all the synchronicity… for bringing me to this very spot.

My ego didn’t want it… neither my personality. I fought it. This was ‘not my thing’ I repeated… the surrounds, the people… the way of operating.

But amidst it all was this silent miracle… yes the beauty’s visible. But it’s more than physical beauty… it’s the soul, the essence… the very being of this miracle that sits on the outskirts of all our doing.

We pay homage now and again… go off on our holidays. Still often totally unaware of what is happening around us. The incredible miracle that exists.

The Love… the Relationship… unlike any other.

The relationship that asks nothing of you… sees you, hears you… knows your soul. Recognises you immediately. Longs to have you around. While being complete within itself.

Responds with such generosity

And gives you so much space… never crowds you in. It’s like it’s enormous… the size of the universe… the space you can feel.

You can breathe freely. Your chest feels light and expansive. It’s like the universe recognising you. This big empty space… full of love. It’s extraordinary.

It often overwhelms me… with the love I feel.

I hope that it helps… ’cause I don’t seem to do much else. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine it does… but I’m sure it must.

It’s real, it’s true…. it’s more true than most things I know.

When people say things like god is in nature… I understand that… it’s like the Great Power itself infuses this space.

It never interferes… coerces, expects. Allows the most extraordinary freedom. You feel it respond to love. It’s like it moves closer… it’s the ultimate lover.

It truly is a Love Affair… of an extraordinary kind.

So I swim… visit the mangroves… walk in the sanctuary… sit and be. I allow it all to be… I absorb it in. I do yoga, I take my vitamin C… ‘holidays’ still happen around me. The world (our world) seems kinda crazy.

2022 is creeping in.

Some days I feel the movement of ‘doing’ unfolding… new movement… I sense it’s a time of noticing. Being aware… letting things be.

You can’t rush things… make things happen. We’ve tried that… look where that’s got us.

The old ways still struggle on… we hold on. Can we see another way?

‘Cause there is one. But it’ll take a lot of letting go. Are we preparing our self? To be something, someone else. In a something new world.

Of course the old will still hang about a bit… but things won’t work so well within in.

It’s that kinda time… an Age finishing… a new one unfolding.

Our life running on… we only have it for a short time.

What will we do… with this extraordinary opportunity we have… to be, to witness. To open all our senses to another level… to live at another level. We’re missing so much.

There’s so much more out there than we know.

We need to change our ways. And pronto.

Lotsa Love💜🌼💜

Into the cave🌼

It’s 6.40am… the 6th day of 2022

I feel lost and lonely and spent. I feel empty of myself. What’s happened to me since being here?

I feel stuck… empty… end of the road

I wrote…’I can do it… I just don’t know how yet’ (borrowed from ‘George’s Amazing Spaces’😃)

I’ve created all these amazing spaces…

Now during this time… it appears almost impossible. But somewhere inside… I know it never is.

But the doubts are floating to the surface… the flood ready to consume.

I’m lost… without hope… many moments I sleep walk… thru the day.

Each day on repeat… wandering in a dream. Wasting precious time. Not accomplishing anything.

How can I change it?

This Magick year of Bliss and Challenge… walking hand in hand.

I’m washed out… devoid of all I had. Neptune’s moving away from being close…

What’s left after these few years?

Sprouts of inspiration arise… I can see the path unfolding… then it closes over.

Depression… my old friend. Hiding from the hordes… wishing for what?

What is it I want?

What do I hunger for?

What’s brought me to this doorway?

There’s a shift… yes

I feel like a flattened dead fish

I’ve lost everything.

Oh my god… the triumph of Loss

has it taken it all… left me with nothing?

Except the despise… for myself

the self hatred festers… oh where did it come from?

This cruel and barren land.

Left cut open… bleeding dry. They take all they can.

Just leave a corpse… swelling, stinking

no good even for compost.

What happened… what did I do wrong?

The old holding on… ‘it’ll rise to the surface’ I wrote.

Self despair… self abomination

Where does it have its roots?

From what pile of shit did it fester?

My body heavy on the stool… my favourite orange stool

from which many words have been written.

It’s a crossroads… but what kind?

Where to from here?

To the rubbish tip?

My bottom feels squashed… between me and the orange vinyl.

Year after year after year

all the houses

all the homes

And look where I’ve ended up.

“They have to give you value for value’… the people on our side

Back into war

it’s been a time of it here

not long after I arrived… the bombs wizzing over our heads

the fighting… the greed… the jealousy… the hatred

This place called Paradise… has an underbelly

Guess it’s always the way… this civilisation we’ve built

The cracks keep appearing… getting deeper, wider

The little elves… with dead eyes… automated from that central place

scurry with speed

to fix the decay

But this battle can’t be won… by those who destroy.

Their maker is near… their end in sight

But at present we simmer in their poisonous brew

And it’s hard to take.

Feels like we’re dying… disappearing in the quick sand

The motors roar

the stink overwhelms

the robots march

implants everywhere

The darkest before the dawn.

They said it would be that way.

They said not to lose hope… don’t let go of the rope

You can see the Light (they remind)

it never disappears.

It’s just the clouds are thick… low and heavy

they block out the light

How did I get here… where everything is disappearing?

I remember the dream…

although that’s not what it was…

The visionary paths… created… opened, in that magick space

It was White Buffalo

sweat poured from his body

he moved at great speed

me on his back.

He had a purpose… that was clear

he had a destination to reach

As we rode across the land… tears ran down my cheeks

as they dropped to the ground…

they turned it green

I looked behind me… from where we’d come… the land turned green.

My tears were turning the land green.

We got to the base of the mountain

White Buffalo almost spent

he scaled the mountain with his eyes… breathed in deep

And took the final charge.

We made it to the summit… probably in the nick of time.

That radiant golden arch above… our heads

created by Sun… a shield for us.

Our bodies crumbled to the ground… my head resting on White Buffalo’s massive belly

We fell into the deepest sleep.

I still heard it all…

it all falling down.

The rumble… the silent noise…

the air filled with smoke

Piles of rubble strewn everywhere…

then we awoke…

found ourselves in a different space.

We stretched our limbs… breathed in the new air

everything had changed (that’s happened to me before… I’m strange like that)

I hopped back on his back

We slowly descended the mountain

we moved very slowly… taking in the new surrounds

We got to the base… continued over the land

Now very slowly

adjusting to everything

Tears tumbled again

slowly down my cheeks… as I took in the terrain.

I miss those Magick Baths… will I ever get down there again?

🧡🌑🧡

King tide 😃

WoWa… the Creek this morning. I hadn’t planned to go back in this morning, especially with the forecast… powerful winds and surging tides. The cyclone that almost was… now an ex… now coming as a ‘Low’. The winds were up yesterday. Today they’ve increased… and said to be reaching very high speeds.

So I hadn’t planned to go in. Specially after yesterday’s super extravaganza. I’ll never forget that gift… the images of floating over and amongst… all those baby trees. Just centimetres from my face. I felt ecstatic. Enough to gasp and weep.

This opportunity would not normally be available to me… going so far in…deeper into the womb of the mangroves. But with the kind support of King Tide so much more was available to me.

There was a moment when I wished I had an underwater camera… to’ve been able to capture those magick moments. It was the most extraordinary experience of the mangroves I’ve had… talk about a New Year Blessing.

Of course Nature responds all the time. Especially to our Love. I wonder at times at the power of our Love… our appreciation, our honouring. Just what it is has the power to do, the power to transform.

Since being here… living with them… surrounded by them… I’ve done little in a physical way. Cleared some branches, floating logs etc… away from the juvenile trees growing out back. They’re like my back yard water garden. Although they’re not mine… I just get to love them, honour them and watch out for them.

Very little I’ve done to create physical change. No big massive deeds I’ve done. I’ve done a lot of witnessing… sometimes awe inspiring, other times heartbreaking… when you see the Mother being abused.

It’s just been recently… I’ve been thinking about the power of Love. I felt a desire to understand more about the power of Love… especially in healing.

The winds are building outside. Campers re-inforcing their tents. I’ll put my car under shelter soon.

So yesterday’s extravaganza… extraordinary experience. The Mangroves in their powerful birthing cycle… I had no plans to go in today. Then heard the neighbours come back, sounded like they’d been in… that was it, I couldn’t resist.

Down the steps out the back… my god the swell is huge. Must be the highest tide yet… at least since I’ve been here. It was lapping up against the bottom retaining wall… covering all the rocks, up to the steps.

No plans to swim across to the other side today. The water looked way too wild. And it was deep. Miniature waves buoyed by the wind lapping into me. Trees swaying vigorously. I’d never seen the creek like this before.

Figured I’d not venture far. The water was already over my head before I left the mangroves on this side. Wow… it’s deep. It was amazing to be in there though. So primal, so passionate. So alive.

There was no-one else I could see in either direction… till a while later a lone canoeist came out from the little beach a little ways down and head off south toward the sanctuary. The winds were blowing furiously.

Up northwards… on the creek, no humans were visible. Then in the distance what looked like a splash… thought it might just be the wind. It didn’t look large enough to be a canoe… wasn’t a boat. And no one was standing on a paddle board. Looked more like swimmers… surely not. Yes I was in there but I wasn’t doing laps. I was staying close to shore.

I couldn’t work out what it was.

Bit by bit it got closer… still hard to distinguish. It seemed like there were people in the water, and there was a board… with what looked like a child on it. And a dog. But also one or two people in the water. It looked to be flowing with the tide… still going south.

As it got closer it was clear to see the child and the dog on the board. The child lying down and the dog on his legs, face in the wind and barking. And what looked like another child in the water on the far side of the board… someone in the water, treading water and swimming while pulling the board from the front.

I thought they might all be children… venturing in this wild and potentially dangerous scene… so was about to swim out to them to check. The water was so rough I decided against it… even swimming to the centre. So I called out to them… ‘are you all ok?’ I think the guy… the one in the water pulling the board… said something but I couldn’t hear what he said.

I added… ‘it’s going to get pretty wild in here soon with the winds… be careful’.

They kept on their way.

As they past I noticed a woman holding the back of the board and swimming at the same time.

A few times what sounded like the man enquiring if someone was ok… like he was talking to a child.

They just kept on their way.

How extraordinary. What an outrageous scene. It was really wild in there… the winds wild, and the king tide ready to swallow everything around.

I watched them as they continued on down…. becoming smaller in the distance. I kept treading water… enjoying being in the water… with this wild scene happening around me. I was curious and hoping that they would turn off down at the little beach just a little bit further down.

I stayed for as long as I could see them. To check they were ok.

What on earth were they doing out there?

They didn’t appear to head toward the little beach… but stayed close to the shore as the rain came pounding down… and kept floating south.

The mysterious crazy adventurous family traversing the creek at king tide with cyclonic winds. I’d love to know the whole story.

Day two of the King tide adventure.

Sounding like magick abounds in this new space of 2022.

And have you noticed how nice it feel to write the two 2’s at the end of the date? It has such a nice flow to it. Physically it feels good. It flows.

Much Love💜🌑💜

Yes… and its New Moon today… birthing New Moon cycle of 2022🌑

Magick Happens🎁

late yesterday on the creek

January 2nd 2022… Sunday, Sun’s day.

Sun’s in Capricorn. Tomorrow Capricorn New Moon. Dark, dark Moon today. Been thinking a bit about the Moon(‘s) this morning… being King Tide… its lapping right up over the rocks out back.

I swim at full tide… the creek out back is a tidal creek. It’s more an Estuary than a creek… (biggest creek I’ve ever seen😃)… but it’s called Simpson’s Creek.

Both sides of the creek are supported by the mangroves. One side… the ocean/beach side, less impacted by humans… is incredibly beautiful. And so sacred. It’s moving through a regenerative cycle at present… there are hundreds of tiny baby trees sprouted all through the mangroves as far as I can see… mostly their heads under the water. It’s so humbling and exciting. This morning I cried at the sheer magnificence.

It’s king tide… so after swimming across the bulging creek (way over my head) to the mangroves on the other side… I was able to float in further than I ever have. Way to the back of this magnificence place. God, what a blessing.

I feel so protective of the mangroves… and especially all the baby trees.

Because the water was so high I could float further and further… and I could see through the clear water to all the bright green leafed babies swaying just inches from my face. I cried with the overwhelm of the experience.

It’s rare (my first time ever) to venture into the mangroves so far… at least while swimming or floating… causing no damage.

About two months back I noticed the tiny trees for the first time… their heads popping out on top of the water. In the years I’ve been here and spent a lot of time in those mangroves I’d never seen so much regrowth. Never seen it like this.

When I first noticed I thought… ‘they’re preparing’. They’re building strength and resilience.

I thought of the wave… the weather approaching.

As well as the sacred purpose the mangroves serve for all the marine life… they also protect us. They protect the shore. They’re our buffer from the storms.

It was a blessing I simply couldn’t have imagined.. or expected to receive. I don’t have words to describe how it felt… to keep floating deeper and deeper into the bosom of the mangroves… ever so gently, over hundreds of these baby trees. Some touching my nose.

I cried.

It’s feeling like 2022 is holding both energies… the Magick and the Challenge.

Still the middle of the ‘Great Reset’, the undoing, the dismantling. Some will be holding on tight… wanting things to remain the same.

It can’t. An Age has finished its run it course… it’s on its way… making way for the new.

Magick is THICK in 2022… we just gotta keep our focus shiny and loving.

Hold our sacred self in Exquisite care.

When we’re experiencing the Challenges… remembering… they just need acknowledgement… they need our love before moving on. Acknowledging them is good… just don’t hold on to them. Don’t believe their repetitive story. It may’ve been true once… but it isn’t now. Love them… let them be free.

Lie down have a nap.

Swimming in ocean water is GOOD. Immersing in the Sacredness of the Mother… our extraordinary Nature Paradise. Respect her. Honour her.

The natural world has played hundredth fiddle for Eons… that recording has finished. Tape run bare. We need to chuck it.

Eyes to Light and Love.

Magick is here right now.

Rest when you need. As a favourite astrologer reminded… all this shift, dismantling stuff… is exhausting. We might need more sleep. More R&R. More Love. More support. More happiness. More joy.

That work till you drop stuff… is long dead in the water.

Welcome 2022 🌹🎁🌹